No more filters of love the thruth hangs in a grey cloud above

at home we had goldfish i called him my little Marx. because he had that kind of orange i asumed it was diluted red at last At home we had a fishbowl with no fish at at last you now

I saw you at first/you're face in the morning where the haze hangs round the trees the raindrops reflected the sunbeams, so the rainbow looks to seem for those who ever loved in an another man who give his energy for…. i did hope i would see your/e face evermore i ask you to dance in the morning you put you're feets in the wet green gras the fog growing thicker ans thicker, i could only hear you're steppes but suddnely i didn't hear you you vanished in the White Wide World nothing inside me thought she's lost for evermore… i search for everywhere in the forest i even dive into a lake i went to place where she dance for me in the hope she will be rather be there in the hope you will rather be here i dance there alone on and on i sumped through the haze wehre you left and gone ti's frightened me but i thought than i wouldn't se you anymore she said that's she loves me, i never dare that to say i'm apity guy but the moon is only left for me i let you sack in the mud now it's for me a enscreambled moor so as the fog vansihed she disapearred from reality i saw you ran on the avenue i saw you hide away my question is what must i do God i can destroy my virtiousity i now here special invincibility She shouldn't go die and at the end of a broeken dream..she died.. She shouldn't go die! I got this broken ends i got this broken sorrow why don't this sorrow end i cannot wait till tomorrow there's nothing in between nothing in between nothing that can take away from me nothing to realise nothing to anglify nothing to take away ther is nothing in between

I dreamed I had a girl in my pocket who you can wind up and ask for a kiss but when Ii said it's time to go to bed now she just said 'shut up and let me run down chorus; I wanna sit next her a little bit closer and try to be a little more emotioneler she said im not that type of girl ( she said im not that type of girls with lovely white curls) who fucked with anyone to run so high (2x )ahhh. she said I.m not not your kind what do you want with your sick mind thinking about love emotions she let you dreamed for óver 100 years she let you wait she get your naughts she let you still winding up/down I don.t wanna sit next Shakespeare,the Baghwan or a bottle of port next Breznjev,or such pittyful odds what do you think about nucleair weapens,not only from the Russians but also from the US but I cannot explain why Seb. Coe run like a hurrican what do you think about reincarnations do you believe in a god? or what about Einstens relativations, the fools,the punks, the mods don.t let him in don,t let him out I cannot prove it but I think he's a clown don,t let him go don,t let him shout a cannot know it but I think he's a cow

walking through an exhibition of paintings you can see there the latest past but in the gallery i walked through i saw there there the modern art its unbelievable but i saw there a statue the naked Hercules dressed on an athletics shirt for the olympics and his face looks as its won! a footballplayer laid down on the grassground (on needles and pins) his two hands round his left leg praying for the first aid of a fakir and screaming for his ma. chorus 1 its disguse me all now so i took a knife and wounded the canvas and his paint the warders overmastering me And i have to suffer the destruction…. …..for the picture of the year Rembrandt and Leonardo da Vinci would demonstrate when they lived today there art is more difficult and the disserves there money at last surrealism in the subway Mondriaan on a train it costs all a million dollars okay its your feeling of impressions but why costs its so lot while my child can do the same last week i was at an exhibition of paintings they called it futuristical expression. its unbelievable is saw an empty picture full white with a tittle; "a dream apart" i thought it has to be magic painting white and ask 15.000 quite or more What's the faith of the unbelievers I asked then to Mr. Appel what he mean about this yellow splash he said;" you stupid boy it doens't mean nothing/ he said you stupid boy its a 48 hours wet dream its really great art don't you see that! its just art…euh... don't you see that i ran through the gallery in great hurry exhausted to the next telephone and call for a nurse I preid; "haven't you get an art syring?" that understood modern art at once she said." i shall ask my computer doctor what do you mean? Where must i do it with my computer dr. or in bed? as its go longers in this way i would be grazy in a few days nurse: you need to worry you need not to cry …the dr. shall write the receipt on the back…. chorus 2 i'm getting paranoia and open my botlte with sulfur suddenly its dripping oil … why don't they painted at the back chrous 3 the modern artist the do what they do they just help passiv problems of our world they don't workout the planes ans ideas no actualy, their working from the back after beat chorus 1 when the scools go out the kids screams loud as they have to go to the paintings they have to see the modern art after beat chorus 2 but when the teacher said this is good the kids throwing with fruits the teacher is now a statue with some rotting vegetbales and melting eiscream after beat chorus 3 but i wanna throw but i wanna smash but i wanna fight agaianst the… he pyramids, the parallels, the chilistone walls HERE COMES THE PARADE OF THE LOST PAINTED HEROES

its gonna be a lonely night but that wount' changing me i'm using that to be and all thes things we sacrifice or hardly recognise dream over thats been nice its gotta be easy when they changes the tide the ultimate wisdom it' s the only hope at last better than all those Rock & Roll things or all that merchandise beats chorus but still its november oooohoooh aaaahhhaah Its the howling wind that blows over the roof its the lightfall thats turn grey into blue And at the end she will be waiting for you as a rainbow that never begins on your toes Still its bargain of the cheepest kinds thats make's it to a reason to stay out of time reason to find reason to shine reason to…. Clouds gathered far away are raising bigger and greyer soon comes a shower that wahses the dust form cars,,streets and the pavement it will return to bring some snow clouds are free entrees to see so watch this beautiful show dispite the months with an R… the first snow makes it all slippery and wet a virgin white covered my girl in the bed happily i lay also down under the sheet to warm up the temperature and steam it to my beast the summer was already long ago and so did my love to me what i'm not using to be featherclouds brings cold from the north its not really cold out there cause the wind blows a warm brees from the sea september past already long ago and so you did with my love the autumn was windy so the leaves flowed away like the teardrops in my eyes who drie dup on your face i have to learn and to admit that you never come back

Talk to me, you're love is my great inspiration endlesly ….. Look at me… the games are all over and i cant change the tide i fear what the truht is paralizing that to be.. the games of it sanctuary lies what it all action comment and i fear what te thruth is and paralize to you i named these blues for you an icepick in the forehead rag, rubbish and blues odds and the soddness stain on a leather jacket unshaved dead bear and ugly women cant drink it cant eat it all these flesh inside dead bear and stupid women all the fear inside...... dead bear and terified women it's fair its fair that they change the coulor red into green its fair that the bear take over place the rain and tears its fair that she take an another while you where asleep its a lurker \ (wat dat er in doet weet ik niet maar daar kom ik wel achter en het ander noemt hij it's unfair its unfair that the rain has come down on me tis so unfair that the bear is no longer for free its unfair that she takes an another man its so unfair but i will…